Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by MDC. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.